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So you know you got to go when Tech N9ne give you this track So I call on Krizz, Rittz and Prozak, let's go! (Here we go again! Haha! Hey Tech, watch this!) Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again Lemme laugh at 'em again Cause they know I write the back out of a pen Holy moly get going nobody hold 'em is what they told em And poda-be motor yodeling sick-and ain't gettin over it Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, look at 'em clown, clown Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown Look at the ground when you approaching the regal Beagle And people don't be equal and when they (or saying) it's fecal Betta (give it up), put 'em in the blender Surrender it like you (had enough) Never no-contender pretending like to (ready-to-buck) Ninja turtle dinner to a splinter, I don't (give a fuck) Ah-ha, (it goes up) Killin nigga's like the coppers And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber Come to chopping I'm the home of the whopper Your girly bopping I don't think I can stop her So dope that it made her wanna gimme a slobber (They remember you) when you stop and you pop (Every syllable) Bow down to a nigga that's (better than you) And he thinking he can just come an just speak at him really rude SongtexteAh-ha, eat the nigga food I'll knock the stuffing out ya muffin, fucking knucklehead Never did it wrong cause you singing the song all in your head Lead off, I beat the beat up and go Run a nigga feet off and chew 'em like a piece of pilaf Shitting on niggas an leave the seat off, then re-tweet off Social media this to beat off to Damn, they think we lost cause when we get off a look at themselves saying we awful Cause it's more than bread that we wanting Me and Nina keeping 'em jumping And we won't stop till we get to the top You in the way then we Midwest chop ya! Should've never to do right in school, I just choose to cruise by The principal told me I'ma lose, the dude's right All I did as a kid was shoot dice, I'm too white Cause I'm excused, my future never was too bright But who would've knew I'd be lucky enough to get a record deal And pursue my musical tube site not once, but two times I murder shit, a repeat offender with the biggest independent, salute N9ne Now watch it, I'mma take this rapper shit to a new height Too tight like Drake's spike, jacking my crew like A pack of wild wolves, tryna howl at the moonlight If you wanna come at us, God bless, gesundheit You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke And I already give you a few strikes, a few of mine Kinda swole with this nigga's face basically a bull's eye And you like (ooh ah) And I ain't quitting 'till I got a good amount of bull sitting bull-side I'm chilling sipping Crown out a coke bag I say what I'm thinking, never been known to hold back I'm pimpin' steadily, putting holes in Prozak Blow got me looking like my nose's in snow cap Under the scopes, steady getting groped and poked at And those that oppose that wanna do-si-do Per rope-a-dope and get your K-O with toe tag At five ten you can see my fro from rows back Fake friends hanging on my coast below Tech Hate the term 'no homo' but I'm sick Of bending over, getting fucked full of dope I don't have Oh snap, forgot it was a chopper song This is what you wanted here, I guess I better do it Study how I executed therapeautic, don't compare me Some of these rappers got a bigger pussy than the Octomom And yo, ya-uh-yeah! Thinkin' about takin' it to another level I'm from another realm like an angel falling from heaven (I fell) To the Earth, the purpose of resurrection I'm coming through your speakers like demonic possession (And hell's bells) Don't be afraid of mythology Deep inside my brain is a wicked psychology Ancient revelation intertwine with technology Alien biology, you know that I gotta be (Strange!) Damn right, and I'm proud to be Biggest independent label, check the biography We taking over the industry without an apology Burning all the bridges, tell me who wanna follow me I'm sick with the sickness and spit with the quickness, so vicious with every bar So best to be leaving me lonely, psychotic and mentally scarred And I don't really wanna be the one to tell you but I will if you don't get up out now Our strangers are angels, and able to seal the game, you lames better bow down You need to recognize a miracle inside the lyrical, we're killing all these shows now Started from the bottom, now we got the people showing up in line and upping every time Thinking of doing another planet and stratosphere Circle like a satellite on top of this atmosphere Snake and bat the symbol of the future, don't interfere You don't really wanna be the one we make disappear And this flow is hypnotic, these class A narcotics, you pop up the bottle Prescribed by psychologists, go for psychotic shit Prozak and Kaliko, Rittz (Midwest Chopper shit) Baby, you up? Yeah, let's do it Aus Songtexte Mania